The whole team was still walking, everyone behind Walter in a grouped position as the brown headed teenager watched the marine compass as it pointed straight ahead. It had been like that for a while now, Walter thought. He looked up to see if he could find anything, and to his shock, he did.

Dead ahead was the town entrance, the metal gates surrounding the wide, dirt paved neighborhood. Silhouetted behind the gates could be seen a figure. A tall figure at that, and it was completely recognizable. The figure of Kahibi Eric.

This guy… Walter thought. "There he is!" Walter shouted to the group, startled by the sudden voice that they rarely heard. Walter took off, beginning to run past everyone and everything in his way so he could reach Eric faster. He left the aquatic compass behind, the mythical item falling to the floor and creating a puddle of nothing as a result. Startled, everyone looked up with widened and curious eyes as they found the figure Walter was heading so fast for, and followed the lead, running as fast as they could only a few feet behind him.

"It took you long enough," Walter heard Eric's voice echo throughout his mind once more when Walter had finally come inside the town panting and breathing hard and wondering why he ran so fast.

"You…" Walter rasped out, his voice interrupted by short and necessary breaths. Among the two people were five others following as the sun shone brightly in the sky, late in its setting.

"I see your stare hasn't changed," Eric said, his arms crossed in front of the blue-eyed boy, both of their stares similar but put on for different reasons.

Walter took a few more short breaths, and said nothing. He looked back at the red bandanna boy, as if saying "I don't care"

"This is the Minor?" Jeremy's voice suddenly came behind Walter. Walter looked back to find the whole group behind him with wondering eyes, staring in curiosity.

Walter cleared his throat. "Yeah," he choked out, not looking at the ten year old as he gave the reply. Everyone seemed to have their eyes on Eric now, their eyes still in awe.

"You know how long I've been waiting?" Eric asked in a friendly voice, giving up his mean stare for a short while.

"You know all about it all ready?" Jeremy asked, surprised that the Minor was actually waiting for the group to come and get him.

"Yeah, I know," Eric replied. I saw the whole thing… Eric thought. I still remember it, back in Hanayuki town.

I had followed Walter to see where he had gone off to, him not noticing my presence at all. I watched in the cold, drifting snow as I saw that blonde girl explain everything with a piercing scream that rang in my ears. I was just as surprised as Walter was with his crazed, trancelike look. But I knew that something was going on all along. I was glad that everything had become clear now.

"So?" Jeremy broke into Eric's memory. Eric looked down to find the small ten year old child looking at him with his childish, innocent eyes. "What's your decision? Are you going to come with us?"

Eric didn't need to think hard for that. "Of course I am. Nice to meet you, I'm Kahibi Eric," he said in a friendly voice, his arms still crossed in front of him. Jeremy flashed a smile back, and everyone introduced themselves, glad to have finally found the last Minor.

"Well, isn't that nice?" a new voice came into the scene. Everyone looked in the direction from which it came from, looking with the same wondering eyes again. Everyone's stare met another person's, a male. He seemed to be a teenager as well, and he was well built. He wore an evil smirk that intimidated everyone except Walter and Eric, who put a threatening face, a protective one as if to say "who the hell are you?" But there was no doubt that that's what they were actually thinking in their own, private thoughts.

"Who are you?" Walter said in a blank voice, walking past Eric and closer to the new person, putting on his meanest stare, remaining only a few yards away from him as he stood in the sunset world, the sun's light wrapped and framed around him like an angel's light of hope. The orange light spilled on everyone's face but darkened the stranger's.

"Me? No one, really. Just here to do my job," he answered, coming closer.

"And your job would be?" Eric said from behind Walter, half of his figure covered and the other half revealed to the sunlight. Everyone watched the three speak, feeling the tension rise and mystery becoming closer and closer to being solved.

"You work for White Cloak don't you?" Derek asked, the first words he's said in a long time. Now four people were seen with narrowed stares, three protective and one deviant.

"I see you've caught on," the stranger answered. "I'm Breaker, nice to meet you," he said in a crooked smile, sounding snobby with his overpowering voice. "But there's no time for introductions is there?" he continued, not giving a chance for everyone else to speak. "So let's just get started."

"What do you-," Derek was about to ask until suddenly, Breaker's presence disappeared, easy to tell that he had declared and begun a fight without notice.

"Die!" Breaker appeared again, this time in front of Rick's unsuspecting eyes, ready to launch a roundhouse kick at him.

"Duck!" Eric shouted, warning Rick as the blonde boy took the advice at the last minute and leaned down, dodging the attack that would've made a hard impact at his head.

This guy's speed… he got over here so fast… Can we keep up with him? Rick thought, looking up to the new enemy in front of him. How will I defend myself in a weakness of power? "You're not the only one who can use a kick like that," Mark's voice came, his presence next to Breaker. Mark sent a similar kick to Breaker's stomach, making a direct and unsuspected hit, knocking the air out of him as the attack sent him flying across the area about ten feet. "You all right?" Mark asked Rick, now standing next to him and him only, the rest of the group behind, slowly escaping to the front of the entrance to save themselves from danger.

Blood seemed to cause a red strip down the corner of Breaker's lips. He stood up carefully and wiped it off, putting his devious and confident smirk back on. "Let me handle this guy," Eric insisted out of nowhere.

"What? What do you mean? Can you even control your powers yet?" Jeremy patrolled, not wanting the last Minor to get hurt. His voice was high pitched and screeched out due to the sudden decision to talk. The orange light began to cause glare on everyone's eyes as the tension still grew from before.

"Good enough. Just go," Eric told them, stepping closer to Breaker, turning his back on the rest of the group. "It'll be my first time I try to protect everyone here."

Jeremy gulped a nervous knot down his throat, swallowing hard with difficulty. "It's okay," Walter told the group, his back also turned to everyone else except Eric. Then he turned his head around to look at them with on eye, and said, "He'll do fine."

Everyone began to walk back to the entrance nervously, taking small glances and peeks at Eric and Breaker, both of them standing in position, ready to fight at any moment. The team traveled back to the dirt road that was half consumed by forest, and hid behind a flock of trees.

Jeremy sat behind a tree, his heart beginning to beat louder and louder with nervousness as he clasped the golden locket Tsukansu had told him to keep for now. "It can do so many more things you haven't even discovered yet," Tsukansu had told him. Jeremy opened the gold brazen locket and stared at the screen. He desperately tried to contact the Council in case they needed help but it didn't seem to work. All it gave was a static screen that buzzed loudly in Jeremy's face, giving off an annoying and disturbing sound that couldn't be ignored.

Back at the sunset scene, two strong and determined boys were about to head off and do some real damage to each other. "Come," Eric provoked, shifting his weight.

"Gladly, loser," Breaker mocked. Breaker leaned forward and began running with speed that could actually be seen. Only a few seconds were needed until you saw him send a punch at Eric. Eric blocked by crossing his forearms, the punch sending a lot of pressure through his body.

Eric heard something crack in front of him, and he was sure that it wasn't Breaker's punch. Crap, he thought. My forearm… it's getting weaker. I have to get this guy away from me before he breaks my whole arm all together.

Outside his thoughts, Eric breathed in a great deal of dusty air, the dirt from the ground being inhaled into his body as a deep breath. Eric's chest rose and his body leaned back in reply, and then released his crossed arms back to his side and breathed out an enormous cloud of fire. The dark red flames came out in raging puffs, creating a kind of heat that hung in the air like a weak cloud in the sky with the lowest dew point imaginable. The raging red brightened Eric's face as he stood there, the front of his forearm feeling cracked and weak, not as user-friendly anymore. The light of the flames spilled everywhere, even back to the forest where everyone except Jeremy was watching with the background noise of static.

Slowly, the cloud began to clear. The reds and puffs dispersed and nothing was left but hot steam released to the sky above. "Fire, huh?" Breaker's voice came from another direction this time.

Eric, only the least bit surprised that Breaker had escaped his attack when he had been in such close range turned around to find Breaker on the roof. "This should be entertaining," Breaker said, looking cool with one side of his face brightly lit in the sun's last lights that screamed for another chance.

Eric flashed a belittling look that was mixed with protection, ready for another attack, moving around his wrist and arm to get used to using a weaker version of the original one. He turned around to lock stares with the boy who called himself "Breaker" who was on the rooftop of a house to the right.

Back in the forest, while all the other Minors stood beside trees and watched the two fight for only a short moment only to look at each other afterwards, Jeremy tried desperately to fix the locket, or at least get it to stop giving off that static buzz. It began to annoy everyone in the whole forest, even if some of them didn't notice it.

"What's wrong?" Zack said, turning away from the fight as if it were on intermission, actually asking about the disruptive noise.

"I can't get it to stop, or work," Jeremy said, telling him his problems. Both of them looked at the golden piece of greatness that seemed to be completely broken now, its value crushed and disheveled. Then, they both looked up from it and locked their own stares, just like Eric and Breaker were doing.

PoVS

Breaker jumped off the roof with silent but powerful steps, landed on the ground a few yards away from Eric and began running towards him, having to shift his weight.

Eric, seeing a chance that was laid right in front of his eyes breathed in more air, making his chest and cheeks full of the surrounding, not fresh air. Then he breathed it out when Breaker was still yards away, sending a stream that evolved into a huge ball of fire on the ground at his direction. Dust clouds were formed from the impact of the dirt ground, and any sign of Breaker was lost.

The bright flames shone again, trying desperately to beat the sun's light even when it was at its weakest point, but still far from succeeding. The bright yellow and oranges with hints of red lit the smoke clouds with bright light that soared slowly to the air above, floating heavenly like a dark, suffocating message to God.

Suddenly and quickly, Breaker emerged from the geysers of black smoke again, attempting to make a punch to Eric's left. Eric dodged to the right, Breaker missing his attack, but he wouldn't give up. After his failed attempt to attack, he used his right hand now to try and hit Eric hard to the right.

Eric watched as the fist was about to make impact with him. The attack… he thought. I can't escape it. I'm going to get crushed, he realized. I'm going to have to get out of here. Eric jumped forcefully into the air, jumping high into the sky and landing back down many feet away from Breaker where the black smoke still emerged behind him, creating an ominous background with streaks of dust and ash still clung to his clothes, going into the sky along with the wind.

As Breaker's hard punch impacted on the ground, clattering of stones was heard and rocks flew in the air, old pieces of the dirt surface. Eric stared in amazement and awe, looking at the damage that one punch did. I'm lucky that I got away with a cracked forearm, he noted, looking at his right arm, moving it around while it hurt, the tanned skin and almost too well built sized limb feeling weaker than ever.

This guy seems to be a fighter, Eric thought in his mind, watching Breaker closely as he drew back his fist. He's most likely a close range combat kind of person, but it doesn't matter. As long as I can keep my distance from him, I'll be fine. Eric turned so his left side would face his opponent. It'd be too hard to try and face him with my right side, Eric realized.

"I know what you're thinking," Breaker said, standing up straight. "It's no use trying to avoid me at this point!" he yelled with an angry and distorted expression on his face as he slammed his fist into the ground, the whole ground in front of him beginning to break into bits and pieces of rock, like some kind of earthquake created by one punch.

The ground beneath Eric soon became unsteady and this time, he was the one being totally surrounded in dust and darkness. Seconds later Eric found himself caught in a fist frenzy, dodging every single attack the best he could, and then, finally deciding that enough was enough, jumped from the cloud and to a nearby house's trash can. He jumped off the garbage can, sprung off the edge of a roof and jumped off again the top of the first house's roof.

In midair now, being able to see everything, he breathed in dusty air and for the third time breathed out another wide-range attack. The sizzling flames roared loudly and made a hole in the ground that cleared the black smoke with white smoke instead. The bright reds, oranges, and yellows painted Eric's face as he spit it all out like a flamethrower. The smell of burning dirt and smoke filled Eric's nostrils as he landed back into the smoked battle area below.

Suddenly, there was another clatter and a huge explosion. One of great magnitude that it could not be measured. The hit against the ground was so big, it even blew all the dust and smoke away from the area, and enabled sight to be used again.

In the distance, Eric saw more clattering rocks emerge from the floor, bigger in size than last time and dust emerging, covering the fire that he breathed out. The new dust soon began to cover the whole fire, and soon, they both died out together, revealing the least bit tired Breaker standing in the cragged land.

Eric stood there, locking glares again with Breaker as steam smoked from the edges of his lips and poured into the orange sky above. I'm running out of energy, Eric thought. I can't fire breathe for too long… but it's my only choice. I can't go close combat with him. It'd be too stupid to do that. He's obviously got some kind of super-strength to help him out. Another hit from that, and I'm dead.

Breaker flashed another crooked smile and his presence disappeared again, zooming towards Eric's. The speed caught him by surprise, and this time, there was no one out there who could yell duck to him. But there was someone who could save him.

"Die!" Breaker yelled and appeared right by Eric's right side, which by this time was the weakest. Breaker got into position for a roundhouse kick to Eric's right arm, and was seconds away from impact when all of a sudden, something got in his way.

As more clatter was heard, Eric slowly turned to his right with widened eyes and a hanging mouth of surprise. He found in Breaker's kick's way a pillar, a tower almost, of rock. It came directly from the ground like a protruding horn and blocked the kick, the human-size pillar breaking into bits and pieces in sacrifice.

What? Eric thought, still staring wide-eyed, Breaker doing the same.

Caught in midair, the rocks and dust of the dirt ground tower began to stay in place, as if frozen in time, Eric and Breaker feeling the air compress between them. What's going on? Eric asked as the air pressure grew stronger around them.

With a sign of release, the compressed air between Eric and Breaker exploded, blowing Breaker far away from Eric, as if some kind of wind shield. "Wha…what?" Eric choked out.

"Is this some kind of damned trick?" Breaker demanded as he was knocked back almost twenty feet away from Eric by the restless raging wind.

"You think we would just stand here and do nothing?" Mark's voice appeared from behind Eric. Eric looked back to find Mark standing there, looking savior-like and proud.

"Yeah, I get the fact that you want to help us out but," Zack's sound appeared from another direction, to the right of Eric, and Eric looked towards Zack, who also had a proud look on his face.

"It's all for all, not one for all," Rick's final and concluding voice said, appearing from the city entrance.

Still confused, Eric watched Rick pull closer in Breaker's direction, holding some kind of blue, glowing sphere. The electric blue and neon light given by the ball of energy he was holding seemed compressed, the brightness glowing all over Rick's clothes and hair and shining in his eyes like the hope he had. He's not going to… is he? Eric thought wide eyed.

Rick cried out as thrust the sphere forward, streaks and lines of thin and blue lightning blasted in Breaker's direction, who was watching with an even more wide-eyed stare than that of Eric's.

The crawling lightning in the air blasted slowly, but at this point, Breaker was trapped by twisting wind and as the chirping and flashing lightning made impact on Breaker, he found himself trapped in a electric shock field, his body stationary in the air, continuously being hit with wave after wave of electricity.

The perennial attack seemed just about more than endless, until it finally stopped and left Breaker there against four people, his body smoking from the lightning, black smears all over his clothes and skin and hair. "I guess this means you finally win, huh?" he said, his voice heavy with everyone staring at him with belittling glances and glares.

"Not just yet," a new voice came in. It was Walter who stood next to Rick, crossing his arms with the same old bored and callous stare he always withheld. After his words of reply, he swung his arm to the right, an aquatic, marine replica of his arm but enlarged so that it could wrap around a human's body bursting suddenly from the dry ground. The water hand beckoned, and Breaker couldn't resist.

The nautical arm caught Breaker in its grasp, and threw itself along with him against a hard, stone wall of one of the old-fashioned houses, the attack itself freezing into a cold, hard ice attack, trapping Breaker in a sort of prison. "So," Walter began, leaving the snotty Breaker behind, turning his back on all of it. "Should we go?"

"Yeah," Jeremy said, coming from the forest with Derek and Teresa. "I finally got the damn thing to work," he said, holding up the large, golden locket that had a blank screen now of dark green, the static noise and picture gone.

Amazing, Teresa thought as a portal opened wide like a ripple in time and space. Is this an example of what the five base elements could do together? She thought as she looked back on the extremely weakened Breaker. Before, he was the least bit tired, but after everyone else came in… he immediately went worn out. If my power alone could equal that of Eric's, Rick's, Walter's, Mark's, and Zack's together… and maybe even more… then what does that mean for me?

"Teresa, you coming?" Derek asked, one leg into the portal, no one else but him and her.

"Um, yeah, sorry," Teresa said, returning from her thoughts, stepping into the portal and to a whole knew chapter of her life, the swirling yellows and oranges taking her away to the Inner World. Then, she suddenly had this thought. Is this where it gets harder now? Now, that we've found all the Minors, and the search is all done, is this when we leave everything behind… and become so much more than we really are now? Is this when all the danger, hurt, pain, experience, and power all come in at once? These were a few of her many thoughts as she became lost in the inside of the portal, swimming in the consuming yellow and orange, the bright light soon blinding her.

At that point, she couldn't continue her thoughts, but she didn't have to. She had the future all set in her mind all ready.